heather poynter

Rookie (january 15 1990 / Indiana)


Soul laid dormant for so long,
Dreams spilled and strewn on the floor.
Hopes all crushed, Never to be thought of again,
Ideas all rejected, pressure enclosing on existence.

Pain brings tears, though it is merely unneeded weakness.
Joy brings laughter, the best medicine of all.
Cuts, scrapes, injuries....They bring blood.
Tears can also heal wounds.

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